Mha Amajiki Novels & Stories

Maja She stared unseeingly at the surface of the table. Maja had a job at the same school where her children were studying, the very same place where Melissa Lord was a Deputy Headteacher. Maja herself was a lowly primary school teacher. The job had been made available because James Schwartz had pulled a few strings although he had never said it. Maja knew that the man felt sorry for her but she tried to be cool and not reveal her crazy infatuation for him.

Bella Malik “Hi Mr Amaan” She said from the other end of the line “How can i be of help to you, Miss Bella Malik” I replied the same way she greeted me. “Well! I think I should be the one who should help you at a time like this, Richard Amaan” I was confused for a second until it dawned on me. “Your help is of no importance to me. If you have nothing else to say, I have better things to do”

Max said truthfully, taking out a pack of cigarette, but Mia snatched the pack away from him. "You dare to smoke in front of me?!" Mia yelled. "Babygirl, we have strong lungs." Blaze cooed. "Could you please not call your mate babygirl? I'm sorry but it bothers me." Jayla asked with anxiety, she was about to have a mini anxiety attack. You need guts to tell him something that you don't to hear or see. "Why not?" He asked curiously. Jayla widened her eyes, clearing her throat. "Because—" "She thinks you are Massimo from 365 days, damn baby didn't know you watched that kind of movie." Max chuckled interrupted up, he picked her up to put her in his lap, she squealed and hides her blushing face

Ameera thought, and fear crept in. "Damn it. How can I meet him in this rage? Already my day is worst, in addition to that, What if he shouted at me? Ameera lost his treads and tripped when Maahir held her hand and pulled her. Ameera is startled and hit his well-built chest. Maahir is no less than Rudra in terms of the body, handling things, and intelligence. Maahir graduated from finance in one of the prestigious institutions and is handsome with charming features. Ameera blushed and covered her face with embarrassment, "I am sorry."

When he came to greet me , I embrace him too , everyone embrace him too and look ahead . Aramide run towards him , they embrace , I was so jealous because how can he have it all, it’s true my son handle’s the company but he still need to take permission from his brother meaning my son still depends on him. He has the future crown, one of the most beautiful and influential girl in the state and he also has the signature to his father’s throne. I look further and I saw the stupid maid who took the risk to bring th prince back to life just because of five million naira, I am not surprised about all this wretched people small money feels like the whole world to them.

• 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙤 𝙍𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙍𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙝: 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖. 𝙈𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙖𝙣� �� 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙪𝙨𝙢𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 8.15.

Aunty amarya handed her a black medium sized bag. "Thank you very much." Amirah said before engulfing her step mother into a hug, she wished things were different in their household. Aunty amarya was a woman with a golden heart who didn't deserve the treatment melted out to her by both Hajiya and Baba. Many a times, some issues she feared to discuss with Hajiya, she did with Aunty amarya and she recieved the best advice money could buy.

But then again she had to think of a way to get Amira out of the cell. Amir couldn’t stop mourning his wife and child. He still sent out search parties secretly to find them. Each time he hoped that they will come back bearing good news, but it was always the same. Meanwhile Becka had gotten so comfortable with the place. She had no regard for anyone who wasn’t royalty, treated her maids like filt. Her bump has started to show, and she used that as a means to bring Amir around. “Myna!!!” Becka shouted

Hayden asks changing the topic. Harsh immediately gives answers with reports as evidence. "They have begun rebelling, and they are using their weapons against the weak." Harsh starts, presenting pictures of their deeds. "And their leader is a black, he is from Africa. His name is Paul Ebuka." Harsh concludes, Hayden is quiet for a while. "Is there any vacancy in our staff?" He asks instead, Harsh nods. "Good, cause I have a certain someone in mind." He says, eyes distant.

Saying this he sat in his beside his loving mother but not before pulling Maham hair to which she shrieks and made a face. "Bhai!!! Baba see ?!" Maham complained to her father and Ajmal Khan looked at his son with a warning and that look was enough for Musa to understand his position and just as his father looked away he glared at his younger sister and she replied with a taunting smirk. No one means no one messes with Ajmal Khan's favorite daughter!!! Maham is twenty-six years old and a dermatologist. Successfully running a clinic with her mother who is the most famous Dermatologist in the city. She is Sana Khan.